You're quite complacent with your looming social effigy
You time your frolics with the spirit of a worker bee
And every single lingering thing you've ever said to me
Will be erased from history and then I'll be set free
You've got the heart of an enigma in a poison cloak
When all your premonitions gather dust, you go for broke
And I'm not one to speak in tongues around the maiden folk
So I can't do a thing to stop you when you gasp and choke
Whatever nice thing I may have said about you, I take it back
I can't believe all the actions that you've vowed to do
You're awful cunning, awful careless and just awful too
The broken glass that I once walked on just to hang with you
Has been ground down into a powder sprinkled on the pew
And this world is always clamoring with light
But sometimes the clamor doesn't come out right
And the fear that hides so deep behind your eyes
Will take over in a moment, leaving you as its disguise
A fantasy sits in your future 'cause you left behind
A harsh reality that still managed to treat you kind
And maybe if I took a second look then I would find
That taking second looks can make a motherfucker blind
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